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CLOSET HYMN.
Retire, all meaner things, retire,
And leave me to my soul's desire,
To meet her God, where, all subdued,
The cares of earth no more intrude!
And leave me to my soul's desire,
To meet her God, where, all subdued,
The cares of earth no more intrude!
I'm now, O Lord, alone with thee;
But thou art more than worlds to me!
And were surrounding worlds my own,
Without thee, I were poor and lone.
But thou art more than worlds to me!
And were surrounding worlds my own,
Without thee, I were poor and lone.
Do troubles from the world increase,
In thee I find the promised peace;
Nor could my soul sustain the woe
Of earth my friend, and God my foe.
In thee I find the promised peace;
Nor could my soul sustain the woe
Of earth my friend, and God my foe.
The thickest darkness of the night
Thy watchful eye dissolves to light;
Yet, were thy presence turned away,
'T were midnight shade at noon of day.
Thy watchful eye dissolves to light;
Yet, were thy presence turned away,
'T were midnight shade at noon of day.
With thee my friend, my portion here,
What can I lack?—what need I fear?
And if thou call me hence, I know
'T is to my Rock of trust I go.
What can I lack?—what need I fear?
And if thou call me hence, I know
'T is to my Rock of trust I go.
Then, hold me, Father, Friend, and Guide!
Nor let my feet be drawn aside,
In bright or darkling wilds to roam,
From keeping life's strait pathway home!
Nor let my feet be drawn aside,
In bright or darkling wilds to roam,
From keeping life's strait pathway home!
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